Here is an extract from The dinosaur collectors Part II: The women who clean prehistoric bones in the Australian outback. This article was originally published 23-6-2016 at Mashabe.
Author: Ariel Bogle
EROMANGA, Australia — You can walk around Eromanga in southwest Queensland in 15 minutes. There is the main road, and circling the town, a dry creek bed where green bits of glass and rusting machinery parts fold into the red dirt.
Eromanga calls itself the "furtherest" town from the sea. It says so right on the sign post leading to the local rodeo ground. More than 1,000 kilometres (621 miles) away, Brisbane is the closest major city.
Like many towns in this region of Australia, Eromanga is in a state of almost perpetual drought, with a shrinking population as locals leave in search of better prospects. But the land is not done with those who remain — something unexpected is emerging.
In this isolated place, the earth has a mind to turn itself inside out. Farmers recall fenceposts working their way out of the ground for no apparent reason, and then something else inching to the surface. They tell stories of feral pig hunters coming home with pockets bulging full of large, unfamiliar teeth and vertebrae. Dinosaurs.
That's why we're here in September, standing on the outskirts of a crumbling town: The Mackenzies are building a dinosaur museum.